Sam Small had retired from the Army, In the old Duke of Wellington's time,
The reign of King William the Second Were an uninteresting affair
I've told about the times that Ma can't find her pocketbook, And how we have to hustle round for it to help her look,
I'm Sure every Word that you say is Absurd;
I Say it's All Gummidge and Twaddle;
I've learnt to wash in petrol tins, and shave myself in tea Whilst balancing the fragments of a mirror on my knee
On a warm sunny day, in the midst of July, A lazy young pig lay stretched out in his sty,
As I stood upon the sandy beach
One morn near Pentland Ferry,
"Valued companion of my expeditions,
Wanderings, and my street perambulations,
In the days when every seaport had its figureheads to show —
Queens, princesses, sea-nymphs, witches, girls of all sorts, row
Cap of silk moiré, little wand of ivory,
Clothes very dark.
In Animal House (by which title I call
A dwelling whose true name is not that at all)
Away by the haunts of the Yang-tse-boo,
Where the Yuletide runs cold gin,
Haf you seen mine leedle Shonny,--
When I was bound apprentice, and learned to use my hands,
Folk never talked of measures that came from foreign lands:
I think some spiteful fairy
My natal day did grace
Let us go now and seek mushrooms
For supper. Stewed with milk
THERE was a tracker in the force
Of wondrous sight (the story ran):—
It induces a sensation
Of irritation
“Sailor, Sailor, why did you go —
Why did you go for a sailor?
“When this ‘ere war’s finished,” Bill said,
“If we ain’t all dead,
I have taken to cycling again after a lapse of a generation,
How long I hardly care to tell,
Upon a time I had a Heart,
And it was bright and gay;
Signing on in the Emerald Isle
Up comes a bloke in shellback style,
Why, where erstwhile I sowed my choicest seeds,
Come up but weeds?
Why — can anybody say? —
Has upon my natal day
"Man may be happy, if he will:"
I've said it often, and I think so still;
When I was a lad
No more than a nipper
Spaniels are all very well,
But they smell.
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